Kassidy POV
I didn't know what was going on. My head was killing me and people were talking to me and I just wanted them to stop. I had no clue where I was even I was having a hard time seeing.
"What happened?" a woman asked.
"I don't know." I muttered.
"She was assaulted." I heard Mr. Jones say from beside me. What the heck was he doing here? Was this even real? I was so confused.
"There is a boy from New York that has been stalking her. Dylan Hendrixson, I was driving home, and I saw him attacking her at the docks." Mr. Jones said. "I got him away from her, and he attacked me. She tried to stop him and He punched her in the side of the head. His ring, caught her face right there." Killian said and I felt his hand on the side of my face. I blinked a few times. I really just wanted to go to sleep. I closed my eyes.
"Hey.. hey stay awake." Killian said. I turned my head and looked at him. My vision was started to clear up.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"We are at the hospital." Killian said. "You're okay." He smiled. I looked at the blood on his white shirt and frowned.
"You are hurt." I said.
"No, Kassidy I'm fine." He said.
Killian POV
Poor Kassidy was so confused, Dylan had hit her so hard.
"Have you gotten ahold of her father yet?" I asked the doctor.
"Yes, hes on his way in." The doctor said. "She's going to be just fine. Just a pretty bad concussion. If you'll just keep talking with her to keep her awake that would be great. Until her father gets here." The doctor said.
"Sure." I said. I wasn't going to leave her alone in here for the world.
"I will be back in a moment." The doctor said and walked out of the room.
"Killian.." Kassidy said.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Thank you." She said.
"Of course." I said. "How are you feeling?"
"My head hurts. A lot. I don't know exactly what happened.. I just know Dylan was there and you were there, and then I remember getting hit and thats it. My mouth hurts too." She said and touched her lip that had been busted from him back handing her before I punched him.
"Hes never going to touch you again Kassidy." I said.
"Kassidy??" A man said as he walked into the room, I guessed from the police badged that was hooked to his pants pocket that This was her father.
"Oh..Honey you look awful." He said and ran his hand through her hair.
"I'm okay Daddy.." She said but that was far from the truth. Mr. Cole looked over at me.
"You must be Mr. Jones, the one who brought her in?" He asked and extended his hand. I shook his hand.
"Killian Jones." I said.
"Sean Cole." He said. "Thank you, Mr. Jones for helping her." He said and noticed my hand that was starting to bruise.
"You hit him?" He asked.
"Uh.. well..yeah." I said.
Great, you're going to get arrested for hitting a minor. I thought
"Good." Mr. Cole said. "I'm glad it was you and not me. I'd have killed him."
I wanted to. I still do. Please, let me. I thought to myself but just nodded.
I didn't want to leave, but I knew that I had to before things got incredible awkward I looked at Kassidy.
"Don't worry about your homework Miss Cole. I'll see you at school when you return." I said. "Just rest well." I said. She smiled and nodded at me. I turned and left the hospital.
Kassidy POV
I wanted Killian to stay but understood why he left. I sat up and winced at the sharp pain in my head.
"Easy.." My Dad said and sat down in the chair next to the bed.
"I'm okay, Dad." I said.
"No you aren't Kassidy." He said. "You are lucky that Mr. Jones showed up. Why didn't you tell me what was going on?!" He asked. he was angry. I understood.
"Was Dylan always this way?" He asked.
"Not always. Just.. sometimes when he got mad." I said.
"I invited that kid to our home. He ate dinner with us."
"I know." I said and glanced away.
"Why didn't you tell me what happened?"
"Because I didn't want to talk about it. I was embarrassed." I said.
"I don't care that you were embarrassed. That Son of a bitch Hit you!" He said.
"I know Dad!" I yelled and then held my head. My Dads phone rang and he answered it.
"What do you have?" He asked. "Good. No..Keep him at the station. I want a word with him." He said and hung up. "They found Dylan. Hes in police custody."
"What is going to happen now?" I asked.
"What do you want to happen?" Dad asked.
"I want it to all just go away. I want him to go back to New York. I don't ever want to see his face again." I said.
"If I press charges you will have to see him in court." Dad said.
"Then don't.. Just make him leave." I said.
"Kassidy I'm not just going to let him off the hook, Look at what he did to you!" He said and took the little decorative mirror off the wall and handed it to me. I looked at my face nearly the whole left side of my face was swollen, both my lip, and a cut beside my eye were bleeding. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I handed my Dad back the mirror.
"Please.. I just don't want to see him again." I begged.
"I'll see what I can do." My dad said. I know he wanted Justice, but I just wanted it to all disappear.
I sat in my bed at home that night. It was safe for me to sleep a couple hours ago but I just couldn't. I was scared. Every time I closed my eyes Dylan's stupid face was there. Dad was keeping me home from school tomorrow he was even staying home with me. but I really just wanted to go and see Killian. He made me feel better. He made me feel safe. Apparently my Dad had scared Dylan so badly that he cried for his parents. He said that Dylan wasn't going to bother me anymore, but I couldn't shake the feeling that he was wrong. My phone screen lit up on the night stand and I picked it up and looked at it. My heart skipped at beat.
One new facebook Message from Killian Jones.
Killian:
Sorry, I know its late and you are probably sleeping. I just want to know how you are doing.
I smiled and typed back to him.
Me:
I'm okay. my head hurts a little but other than that I'm fine.
Killian:
I didn't think you would be awake. I didn't wake you did I?
Me:
No. I couldn't sleep.
Killian:
Why not? you must be exhausted.
Me:
Not really. I'm fine.
Killian:
Why do I have a hard time believing that?
Me:
Youre getting pretty good at calling my bluff, Jones.
Killian:
Are you going to tell me what's up?
Me:
No. I thought us messaging each other on facebook was inappropriate.
Killian:
You're still upset about that?
Me:
Well..yeah. It hurt my feelings. You could have at least told me, before you just blocked me.
Killian:
I'm sorry.
Me:
Yeah. I know.. I think I'm going to try and get some sleep. Goodnight.
Killian:
Goodnight Kassidy. See you Wednesday?
Me:
Yeah. I'll be there.
I put my phone beside me and laid back down and stared at the celing for the rest of the night even more confused than I was before.